Time Travel Addiction

Time Travel Addiction

they say she has a small 
time travel addiction.

i probably can say
that all of her travelling
will be only be one way.

it seems a long, 
long journey,
we travel 
night and day.

time won't stand still
and wait for us,  
we have to come along.

we sing of 
but time won't 
hear our song.

we are all leaves
stuck in a stream,

with just one way to go,   
down to time's silent sea,

because a time is
coming when 
time will cease to be.

Bouquet 7

saturn's rings
are little things,

torn apart 
by too much 
gravity perhaps.

no levity would
help, i fear.

it is like 
that here.

love and laughter 
sometimes coincide.

and when they do, 
magic may happen.

stuff like love 
and floral bouquets
can be storied,

stories unto

we dare not ask;
we do not really
want to know.

saturn's rings
are little things,

torn apart 
by too much 
gravity perhaps.

Red Deer River Valley

Red Deer River Valley

here was an ocean
an ancient 
shallow sea;

great creatures 
navigated there
before you and me.

archaic things
swam in sandy
bottomed shallows

sailors in ancient
places, where we'll
never go again.

buried bones
have turned
to stone

millions of years
went sliding past
it seems so long;
it goes so fast.

here are bones,
when fleshed 
and live,
swam by 
so long ago.

we see them
in museums,
learning little.

Unknown Tropical

into the unknown, 
we venture, 
each day.

some things are 
in every way

flowers in 
tropical gardens, 
brighten memories,

of a time before
today's plague
descended on us..

whatever disaster, 
things can be 
much better
than we want
to admit.

our thirst for
knowledge is
like orange juice.

we can only 
take so much
after all.

so there we sit,
feeling a little
bit foolish,

with a two litre
jug, barely touched.